Home Again, Home Again....

We miss it already.
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It's hard to leave Grandma's house behind.
So we'll remember it with a few pictures.

She lives in the country.
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Not like this. This is really the country. (and don't you SO wish those black wires weren't cluttering up this picture?)
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And not like this, although this can be found around the corner from Grandma's house. We found it on a country drive. When you visit Grandma's, you find yourself doing things like going on country drives, and having taste tests of bread and butter pickles, and buying yarn.
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But Grandma's yard is country enough for us.
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You can weed the garden sitting on a milking stool. (who is that? whoever it is, they should get a ribbon for those lily- white calves).


You can jump over things...
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And out of things. (Here's the true blue ribbon winner--perfect 10 on the toe point).
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Or you can keep it simple. With a twist.
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You kin fetch some ice-cold sody-pop....
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For brother up a tree.
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And all the while you are there, you can see touches of beauty that Grandma has placed to light up the yard.
It's a wonderful place to be.